You cant have Brad without the rad!

What do i write about?
We met at opposite sides of the bridge. Was it built for two?From where she stands, I ask her to carve her name.An equivocal scriptShe's become a whisper upon the ears of strangers.A confession thousands of miles will never know.An echo through abandoned hills.I scream through alley ways that neglect life.See, I know her rhythm, and the way her heart beats.And when this hallway light burns out tonight, she knows I'll stay.I'd send this message:"Dear midnight, It's time to return home;Be healed, because you're blind and broken"

Consider this... A lucid perception ofThe way we thought that kites would fly. I struggle to believe in motion,As your life nears inanimate wind.Can you hear them laughing? You're a shadow dancer, between exhausted walls. Are you a moment in time?A promise in line?Can you hear them laughing? Whisper in my ear and I promise not to tell...Only if you promise not to tell thatMy lips are stained from your mascara. And for the first time... "I dream to heal you, in the light of our love"

It's an introduction to fabricated romance
By this traditional whirlwind;
One by one, gracefully, they fall.
Feeling the inspiring effects of slight interrogation in silence
The diplomatic manifest, its form of symmetrical eloquence.
It's an internal argument of reaction.
It's a secret that lies between the sheets.
How about this disingenuous orchestration
Of an infamous chemical reaction;
A haunting way to live your life
Wrapped in different shades of red

Situation. Temptation. Desire. Expression. Passion. Collide.
The time is near, and no rope around our necks.
I speak of a "dance", and a trip back to September.
Eyes closed, body numb.
Distant voices in the rain, perhaps?
I understand; But this is a touch that's never lied...
Situation. Temptation. Desire. Expression. Passion. Collide.

If someone answered the call…
….they'd realize….
I've single-handedly paved a way that leads to nowhere.
Thankless people gather knowingly, with aspired rank and position
A peak in vulgarity, Bloody fists and broken knees
Crushing the hands of co-existing overthrow.
Besieged by the cultured class, it's medicated reproduction.
I seek the strength to reclaim the undisguised stage
An infiltration of resplendence upon the faces of hundreds.
I have a voice. A representation of the voiceless victims I may never know.
I elect to align myself with those who feel sincere, undeniable passion
but can't find the words in a text book or within the boundaries set forth by their oppressive guardianship.
With that comes my obligation…
To internally dismiss who I've been, while you tear off the artistic images of your indecipherable timetable.
To confess through my actions – you've never met me!
I wake to feel.
I seek to soar.
I yearn for the indescribable words just like you do!
I've proclaimed long enough to you what I aspire to be.
You've become utterly numb to the harmony within.
You'll grace me with complacency.
Complacency?
Complacency?
I'll sever the story of two lives that never touched.
I'll adore the one who's tasted the salt from my lips

What makes you think laying next to me is alright?
There was a time i could say: "I've kissed your forehead. I've kissed your thighs. I watched our reflection in the most intimate of light. My hands have graced your face, my skin becomes your skin. I've touched your lips. One sigh, and you speak our truth. Bodies entwine; Welcomed by the father of moonlight. We have shared, Lustfully embraced; we dream."
What makes you think laying next to me is alright?
Under this rare eclipse of an ever rising impression I've struggled for a place where my unconscience would never die..

I don't think there's been a time
More than right now
that the power of one's word
has seemingly drowned into this abyss
of second guessing inconveniences
I've humored the thought of a life so diligent!
Oh so dynamic;
A synthetic masterplan of manufacturing a progressive life for those other than the ears of the deaf, i presume?
Why do you speak, and define human interaction as lost art?
Misleading every day life.
Misdirecting trust and meaningful gesture.
A Regression of testimonials. You're simple. Regrettable, and ultimately forgettable.

I want to return to the world of the living.
Timeless. When sensuality speaks to couples.
Passion graces what's known as the unknown.
We reach, we feel, we dance and we know.
I want to return to the world of the living.
In our darkness - I can see your face.
I've memorized the outlines of what is sound.
Outstretched, Amazed and the world will know.
We're the leaves left on branches of falling trees.
The ground below us is unforgiving.
We can fall, and we can fall together.
But i want to return to the world of the living.
But i want to return to the world of our living.